Don't make the same mistakes I made
Here I am a pillow under my head...

My hunger for a little sympathy
Spreads the streets of the city...

My head is propped up with my knees
My brain floats against the bathroom door...

From the corner of my eye
I could see the sun reflect off the snow...

Fourth of July and I'm crying
Whatever happened to Uncle Bobby...

I knew it was a mistake when we left town
Left everybody hanging on a word...

When we were young
We pictured a world where a second chance was just...

The whisper you hear is the woman in the moon
Her skin caresses you like the summer heat...

A doorbell ringing
A woman screaming...

I pulled up to your house on third street
My foot slammed on the pedal and my heart skipped...

She ties her ropes around your finger
Here she lies, a breathless girl lingers...

Am I what you write about at night?
Your pen and paper know well about me...